"What has it got to do with him?" Lonemoon asked. "He's not the main lead. Anyway, as you know, the characters in that novel have catastrophic body types - the geniuses that seemed
"Oh." Good that it was nothing. Shen Ying lost interest in the novel and turned toward the kitchen, "Chef, is the food ready?"
"Yes, Master. It'll be out in a second," Yi Qing responded. He carried two plates of seafood and walked out of the kitchen.
Shen Ying immediately picked up her chopsticks, ready to dig in.
"Hey… Let me finish," Lonemoon pursed his lips. Why did she always stop listening halfway? "Didn't you bring it up?"